Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hiding My Lycan Twins From My Blind Alpha Ex: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

AylaI heard a knock on the door and ignored it. I was done talking to Ragnar about the wall, so I laid the scrolls out on a small table in the corner.I had asked Jasper to bring me the texts that contained everything I needed to know about Lycan ancestry. I had also asked for a copy of the genealogy records. I had never taken the time to read through them to see if I could figure out where I came from, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.I had spent years in the Nightclaw Pack being constantly reminded that I didn’t belong there. There were rumors about Dave’s father bringing me to the southern werewolf kingdom after returning from war, but no one ever talked about where he had found me.I needed to discover where I came from. These traits weren’t peculiar to any of the werewolves in the kingdom, and something told me the answers were much closer than I realized. My thoughts drifted back to the ice wall, and I remembered how it had called to me and the surge of power that

AylaHe looked skeptical for a moment, then let out a slow breath.“If I show you how, do you promise not to use it for anything crazy?”“I promise not to use it to see Dave,” I offered.He shrugged.“That’s good enough for me. Come.”He led me down a narrow path.A few servants walked past us carrying boxes and stacked about a dozen of them at the entrance of a cave in the distance. I slowed to a stop and stared at the opening as memories of giving birth came rushing back.“What’s the matter?” Ragnar asked, concern creeping into his voice.I shook my head.“I just remembered something,” I muttered before continuing to walk.“Want to talk about it?”I shook my head again.“No. What did you want to show me?”“This.” He pointed toward the cave. “This is how I got past Dave without being seen. My family has used this tunnel beneath the kingdom for generations. It’s one of our best-kept secrets, so you can’t tell anyone else.”I stared at the entrance, listening to the faint echoes of men

EmilyWatching Ragnar and Ayla cling to each other in the hallway broke my heart into more pieces than I'd like to imagine. I felt overwhelmed with envy and rage as Stacy and I approached them. I couldn't help but notice that he had never been openly affectionate with me throughout the years we'd spent together.Since her arrival in the kingdom, it felt like I had become almost invisible, and he had eyes only for her. We walked past without saying a word, but I could sense Stacy's silent judgment from the way her face twisted into a frown until we reached our destination.When she left the room to help her parents at the family villa, I knew her refusal to comment on what we had seen was her own way of letting me know that I had limited time to carry out whatever plans I had in mind.Later that day, I visited the Montgomery villa and learned that something had happened to the kids, prompting Lionel to ask everyone to leave the villa for a while. None of the servants who had been sent

DaveI groaned and clutched my chest as I slowly sat up and looked around the tent. I had been unconscious for so long that I felt disoriented as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.I got out of the makeshift bed, stood, and tried to make my way toward the entrance when my mouth suddenly went dry. The room around me started to spin, first slowly, then with enough force to send me staggering.I stubbed my toe against the bedside table and yelled in pain. The spinning intensified, and I let myself drop to the ground to give my body time to regain its balance. I sighed when I heard footsteps heading toward the tent.“My king,” Sebastian called as he poked his head through the tent entrance.He locked eyes with me and hurried over to help me up. He placed his hands beneath my armpits for support and pulled me to my feet.“Can you walk?” he asked.“What do you think?” I replied irritably, then sighed as he slowly guided me back to the bed and helped me lie down.I closed my eyes and

EmilyWith Ragnar leading the troops and Ayla relocating to the Montgomery villa, I had the entire palace to myself again. It felt like old times, save for Lionel’s occasional disapproving stare whenever we passed each other in the hallway.I took a walk around the palace grounds, hoping to find something that would take my mind off the jar of wolfsbane sitting in the cellar of my family’s villa.It was futile because I couldn’t find anything distracting enough, and the farther I walked, the more I was reminded of a time when I didn’t have to worry about whether I was taking things too far.Back then, there was nothing to worry about. But now, I had to think about my place in everything and how quickly things were unfolding. Using wolfsbane on anyone was the ultimate test of one’s morality and a measure of just how much cruelty one could muster.Several things could happen to a werewolf who came into contact with raw wolfsbane. Death was the quickest way out. Ayla was an obstacle in m